The Sutured Sun has burned day and night for the last eight months. The crops are dying. The air is choking. And the Darklord seems content to let his people burn.
This is the Phunch Bowl, a Domain of Dread held within impenetrable glass. A prison of torment for Gaddin Phunch, the indefatigable iconoclast who upset more than a few powers-that-be. The people of the Five Towns are generally left to... [click here for more]